Chapter 5 The Man Who Sends Chills

Dylan hung the call and sighed. It's obvious the poor woman is worried.

"Don't worry ma'am. Your precious daughter will come home to you soon"

He cracked his knuckles and relaxed back in his car. He was still parked outside the hospital with no feeling of going home.

He remembered his driver and chuckled to himself.

"He must have seen hell today, I guess after today you will learn your lesson not to be clumsy. I don't know how many times I would have to shout before you understand me."

Dylan said.

He finally had enough of the hospital and decided to drive himself home but on second thought he called the doctor to confirm something from him.

"Hello Dr Steve, how long will the operation take?"

"Two hours sir"

Doctor Steve responded at his own end.

"You are telling me that if I come back in two hours she will be out of danger?"

"Absolutely, you heard me right. She will be out of danger."

The doctor maintained what he had said earlier.

"Okay then"

With that he hung the call, ignited his engine and zoomed out of the hospital.

He changed his mind about not coming back to check on the girl. He knew she was his responsibility and if he could have the heart and paid for her hospital bills without thinking about it then he could not abandon her. He can't entrust her life in the hands of the nurses and the doctor.

"When did you have to start caring about someone, Dylan Davonn?

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Chris got home and met his wife weeping beside his son, Jas like everyone calls him. He laid on the mat looking lifeless. You can't even see any sign of life in him. His condition is so bad that looking at him, you would lose hope of him living.

Chris looked around and hissed audibly. The place is so cold and the mat junior laid on, was on the cold tiles making it impossible for him to get better if he wanted to.

Mia had tears in her eyes too and when she sighted her father walking through the door, she ran to him and hugged him tight, weeping.

"Papa, big brother is so sick and momma has been crying."

His four year old daughter, Mia sobered on her father's feet. Chris picked her up and kissed her tears away.

Her little voice alerted Juliet who was bent over the boy with tears in her eyes.

She walked to him and hugged him.

"Honey, welcome"

She said quietly.

She is a slender lady of 25 years, with long silver hair, sharp blue eyes and an accent that is hard to hear without being close enough, but still understand the meaning behind every word.

The boy looks at her with big eyes but then his gaze falls.

Juliet frowned.

"He has been like this since, I am so tired and the heavy rain would not even allow me to get drugs and at that, there is no money in the house.

She whined helplessly. Chris sighed and wiped the sweat that was forming on his face. Despite the cold weather, he is still sweating.

A drop of water fell on him and he looked up to see the licking roof.

The old apartment he manages with his family will soon be his worst nightmare

"The roof is even kicking, how in the world will I be able to survive from this miserable life"

His eyes filled with tears and he hugged Mia to his chest.

His heart broke when he realized how scared his daughter must be.

"What are we to do, I have no money with me here"

He cried out.

His wife wiped her tears and look at him, "Let me see if anyone can lend me money"

she said and ran out of the house.

With Mia in his chest, Chris sat on the cold floor as he stared at his son.

It's not that his boss doesn't pay him well but he always has one thing or the other to do with money. It's either sickness, old debts or even anything. Money can't even last long in his hand.

"Papa, will big brother be okay?"

Mia asked with her head buried on her father's chest.

Yes,my darling. He will be alright."

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Dylan Davonn drove through his big iron gate and got out in a flash. His butler, Mr Sam, was surprised to see him driving himself home.

The butler seems to be almost the same age as Dylan. His father was the former butler and after he died, the Davonns employed him. He has grown with Dylan and he knows what it is like around Dylan

"What happened again? I hope Sir has not fired his Driver? He is actually the longest one on this job"

He thought shaking his head as he ran to Dylan to take his coat and to his surprise, the coat was drenched.

"It seems sir got drenched in the rain"

He whispered as he bowed to Dylan.

"Anything new as from the afternoon"

Dylan asked his butler as he took a long strode towards the balcony.

"Good evening sir"

His maids greeted. He did not even spare them glances, he just waved off their greetings with his hand.

"Sir Dylan has zero regards for human humans."

One of the maids growled.

"You can say that again. He is always full of himself"

Another added yet the man they are gossiping about did not give a damn about them.

"Yes sir, Madam called and asked to speak with you when you are back"

Mr Sam replied to his earlier question

"And?"

Dylan asked again. He knew that the information Sam gave him would not be the only news.

"Mr Ferdinand called and wasn't happy, he said he has been calling you and you were not picking so he asked for you to return his calls when you are back.

Dylan nodded and cracked his neck.

"The old man can't get off my back"

He mumbled and took the stairs but stopped abruptly, causing Mr Sam to bump into him.

"Tell the maids to prepare the room adjacent to mine, we are having a visitor soon and tell another to prepare a hot bath for me. Tell Mrs Helen to make a hot soup for me and ask Austin to see me in my room this minute."

He turned and took his coat from Mr Sam.

"That will be all from you for now"

Mr Sam bowed and ran along to deliver the messages dished out to him.

Within a few seconds, Dylan was on the last floor of Davonn's mansion.

Dylan opened his door quietly and stepped into the room.

It was just as cold in here as it was outside. The place felt like ice. Closing the door, He walked further inside, looking around the room.

The whole area was covered in a white blanket, and only one light source illuminated it.

After a while of staring, Dylan went towards the king-sized bed and sat down. His body aches because the day has been tiring.

He loosened his tie then stared at his reflection in the mirror.

Suddenly, he could not recognize the man with jade greenish eyes and black curly hair staring back at him.

He rotated his neck from side to side then a grin appeared on his face.

"You are still the man who sends chills wherever he goes"